"I'm traveling with my mum tomorrow" Hammad told me.
"Oh" I said.
"I know you'll miss me but I'll only be gone a few days. So no need to be like that" he smiled reaching and pulling my cheek lightly. I smiled.
"Its not that"
"What is it then?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Tomorrow is prom. I wanted you to go with me"
"What? Nooo why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I don't know probably because this is my first time asking a boy out" I murmur. He laughed hard.
"Well get used to it because i like being asked out. I am a princess "
I laughed at his idiocy. He reached for my hand but I snatched it away.
"Don't touch me I'm someone's wife. Haram" I said. He raises an eyebrow at me. He does that a lot.
"Yeah my wife" he said with a straight face. This guy I swear
"Not yours"
"Mine"
"No"
"Yes" I was about to talk when he interrupted me.
"Samy really why didn't you tell me earlier?" He asked seriously.
"I was busy Hammad"
"With?"
"Gym" he raised an eyebrow. One day I'll shave that eyebrow off soon.
"You've been going to the gym?" He asked smirking at me.
"Yeah I wanted to loose some fat before my prom"
"What?" He asked, pissed?
"I-
"No Sameerah. You want to be bony? Look like a mummy is that it?"
"I'm-
"No, we spoke about this" man this nigga better let me talk.
"You want to be like that?" He asked pointing at a skinny woman walking past us. We were outside my house sitting on the trunk of his Honda. The woman was pretty. I wanted to say 'yes'
"She doesn't even have ass" I gasped. Nigga that is body shaming.
"Hammad that's body shaming!"
"Well if telling the truth is body shaming then I won't stop"
"Hammad. That is wrong" I scolded like his mum. Look at me all grown.
"But its okay to body shame yourself?" Wow. Now I don't know what to say I swear. He got me
"Answer me" I was suddenly mute.
"People are in the hospital. Really sick looking like bones. They'd kill to look like you. You're chubby and healthy and you're complaining. Trying very hard to get rid of a part of you. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that you are perfect for you to believe me? Sameerah, you are beautiful and adorable and I bet you'd be perfect for cuddling" I gasped and slapped his arm. He laughed.
"So are we done with this?"
"What?"
"No more self body shaming?" He asked. Oh well
"Okay"
"Pinky swear?" He held out his pinky. Are you twelve my guy?
"Pinky swear" I guess I'm twelve too. He smiled. Well we both smiled. What is happening?
